Dirty Black
Open Wound
No time to heal
Tissue Trauma
Coma Feel
Slow descent
into fading light
Violent tedium
Lack of fight
"This is my life"
the product droned,
"first created, then tertiary honed".
"It's leading somewhere
wherefore, unknown
my only guess
is that I'll arrive alone"
"Alone" he spat
hatred seeping
vitriolic arteries weeping
Yet as the tide must leave the shore
His visage uncreased
the hatred no more.
In its place a curious look
No less dark
Nor worried less
A pall of horror
a shroud of pain
Social burdens, social chains.
"If perchance we meet again
and time suspends its ceaseless game
I'll tell you a story
far from bold
about a hero flawed
and his troubled soul".
Open Wound
No time to heal
Tissue Trauma
Coma Feel
Slow descent
into fading light
Violent tedium
Lack of fight
"This is my life"
the product droned,
"first created, then tertiary honed".
"It's leading somewhere
wherefore, unknown
my only guess
is that I'll arrive alone"
"Alone" he spat
hatred seeping
vitriolic arteries weeping
Yet as the tide must leave the shore
His visage uncreased
the hatred no more.
In its place a curious look
No less dark
Nor worried less
A pall of horror
a shroud of pain
Social burdens, social chains.
"If perchance we meet again
and time suspends its ceaseless game
I'll tell you a story
far from bold
about a hero flawed
and his troubled soul".